First off, there is a hub-bub going on Twitter about how it looked like I was wearing lipstick on my show. As appealing as that might be to some of my more troubled viewers, the truth is that my lips are parched and cracked from a week in bone-dry ski country, so they look bright red. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m still, regrettably, makeup-free.
Second, today was a hard one to bear, but it ended not-too-terribly. I had a sleepless night, so I felt like hell, and I had that horrible I-am-totally-missing-out feeling persist for most of the day. The late-session recovery salved the wound some. I saw my “what if I shorted my 125 positions at the closing price of the 31st” spreadsheet (created merely to torture myself) rocket to $32,000 in profit, only to wither away to a $13,000 profit by day’s end. So, like I said, it didn’t sting as deeply as before.
2016 is a year in which I will sell rallies (unless I stupidly decided to go to all cash again). The logical “bounce’ to my eyes seems to be at about 2035. What’ll get us there? Chinese government threats? Fed minutes on Wednesday? I couldn’t care less. Just get me there so I can short all this stuff.
